It has been a year since the Asgardian Prince has left for war throughout the nine realms. How was I, the Princess, to be defiling my days waiting for his return? Reading book after book and looking out the window hopefully, each day the feeling of desire continuing to grow until I feel like I may burst. A knock on the door snaps me out of my stupor. "Come in" I say. The King walks in. He greets me "Princess" with a tilt of his head. "Thor" I return. "I mean, your Majesty". Thor had inherited the throne from Odin some months previously when he had passed away. "Please." He says. "You can still call me Thor." He continues with a smile. "Anyway, I have a surprise for you" He states as he takes hold of my arm and leads me out of the room. He takes me to the courtyard. I start looking around, searching for the "surprise" that he was talking about. That was when I saw him. My Prince had returned. "Loki!" I shout, running across the field. He's running too. We meet halfway and he picks me up, twirling me in his arms. Both of us being too happy to speak. He sets me down and we embrace, enjoying each other's warmth. Lifting my chin up with his hand he looks me in the eyes lovingly and states breathlessly "I'm home". He leans in and we kiss passionately in the evening light, too caught up in the moment to care that Thor is watching us, half a smirk etched on his face.